I know you think that hands are made for pulling us through
Upon returning from my 10-day holiday in Cornwall with the family, I couldn't decide whether to talk about it or just post lyrics to this song. Or maybe just go to bed.
I was thinking about giving up on lj because whatever I say, it either seems too tedious or inconsequential to most people who would read it or on the other hand too intimate.
On the drive home the sky was blue but filled with great swathes of rolling clouds over the horizon, enormous white clouds with sharp outlines that looked like they'd been piled up there by some bigger hand. If you were driving along a road lined with tall bush separating it from the surrounding fields you could no longer see the horizon and it looked as if you were surrounded by great white mountains of cloud, like you could step right onto them and climb to the top high in the sky.
I was thinking that I seem particularly enamoured with the idea of somehow getting to the sky, which reminded me of another song lyric:
Caught some grief from a falling leaf
as she tumbled down
to the dirty ground,
said I should have put her back there if I could
then I thought maybe it's not the sky at all but the dirty ground we're all bound to.
Yeah, I'm tired and fractious and all over the place and probably not making sense to anyone else. Never mind.
There are people in this world who don't think like you do.
File under: other
I was thinking about giving up on lj because whatever I say, it either seems too tedious or inconsequential to most people who would read it or on the other hand too intimate.
On the drive home the sky was blue but filled with great swathes of rolling clouds over the horizon, enormous white clouds with sharp outlines that looked like they'd been piled up there by some bigger hand. If you were driving along a road lined with tall bush separating it from the surrounding fields you could no longer see the horizon and it looked as if you were surrounded by great white mountains of cloud, like you could step right onto them and climb to the top high in the sky.
I was thinking that I seem particularly enamoured with the idea of somehow getting to the sky, which reminded me of another song lyric:
Caught some grief from a falling leaf
as she tumbled down
to the dirty ground,
said I should have put her back there if I could
then I thought maybe it's not the sky at all but the dirty ground we're all bound to.
Yeah, I'm tired and fractious and all over the place and probably not making sense to anyone else. Never mind.
There are people in this world who don't think like you do.
File under: other